I pull her chair closer and rest an arm on the back. Her side is pressed to mine, and she starts to relax and watch the couple on stage.
I turn my body slightly, resting my other hand on her knee and stroke her soft skin with my thumb. As I slowly move my hand up her leg, I simply watch her. She turns to look at me when I slip my hand under her dress.
"Watch the show, Princess."
Quickly, she turns her eyes back to the stage while I continue to move my hand up her leg. Her legs part slightly for me, and I find her hot pussy and no underwear. I bite back a smile.
"Naughty girl," I whisper in her ear.
"Easier access," she smirks.
There’s the sassy girl who’s always kept me on my toes.
She’s already wet before I begin to stroke her. I had a feeling she'd like the show. Bondage seems to excite her, and this rope play is a beautiful version of it.
When I rub her clit, she starts squirming in her seat."Knox!" she moans.
"Look around. People are having sex two tables over. The show is meant to be a turn-on, and everyone is indulging."
Her eyes roam the room and her gaze snags on the woman sitting on the table while her partner eats her out. Neither of them seems to care about the show, instead putting on one of their own.
"Eyes back on the stage," I command.
Summer obeys so perfectly, and I reward her by thrusting two fingers into her, causing her to gasp.
"Keep quiet," I whisper into her ear as I continue thrusting my fingers in and out of her, strumming her clit with my thumb.
One of her hands grips my thigh and squeezes harder the closer she gets. She tries to clamp her legs together, but it doesn't stop me. The moment her climax rushes over her, her head drops back, and she squeezes her eyes shut. Her mouth closes tight, trying hard to be as quiet as possible. At that moment, I can’t help thinking how beautiful she is.
Her pussy grips my fingers and coats them in her juices. My cock aches as she opens her dazed eyes and focuses on me. Keeping eye contact, I bring my hand to my mouth and lick every drop of her from my fingers before putting her dress back in place.
"Come on. I rented a room upstairs." I take her hand, and she follows me on wobbly legs.
I hold her to my side on the short elevator ride to the second floor. But I don't give her time to look around the smaller lounge area as I almost drag her to the room I rented. Once I scan my card, I pull us in, closing us inside.
Needing to slow things down, I take a step back. But her gasp draws my attention. She slowly walks to the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the area we were just in.
"They’re one-way windows, but I can close them altogether if you'd like."
She watches everyone down below for a moment before she turns back to me and offers one of her shy smiles.
"Yes, I think I'd like the window closed."
I move to the wall panel, and with the push of a button, the glass turns black, obscuring the view.
Finally, she turns away from the glass and looks around the room. To one side is a large bed, and the Saint Andrews cross is on the other. There are shelves of toys, a closet full of clothes, and several mirrors in one of the corners. There's also a small seating area in front of the windows.
"Do you remember your safe words?"
"Green means good, yellow means you're hitting one of my limits or coming close to it, and red means stop."
"Very good. And what are your limits, Princess?"
She looks around the room, lost in thought, and as much as I want to hurry her up, this is an important conversation we need to have. I'm already taking things too far, so I want her to know that at least I did it the right way, even though I shouldn't be doing this with my daughter's best friend.
"I'm not sure. No blood play, and I'm not much into pain. The ball gags hold no appeal to me. But I don't know." She shrugs, unable to meet my eyes.
"Eyes on me, Princess." I wait until she is looking at me again."Do you want this?"